You sit at the edge of Ms. Carte's bed as she noisily sucks your cock.
What she lacks in finesse she makes up for in eagerness. Her wet slurping echoes off the walls, filling your mind with animal lust. With her mouth stuffed full she moans around you, as if merely sucking you off is enough to make her cum.
From your many, many experiences with her this past week, you know it really is.
Her hot tongue swirls and contorts around every square milimeter of your achingly hard shaft. You hold the back of her head in both hands -- not forcefully, but appreciatively, as you gently guide her bobbing.
Her style is slow, almost maddeningly so, but unbelievably lewd and sloppy. On the outstroke, her tongue broadens to engulf as much of your cock as possible, like a little ribbed onahole. She draws her head back luxuriously, as if licking a sweet popsicle.
She never breaks eye contact, not for a second. Her irises simmer with ecstasy as she services you.
It's a look that says: this mouth is only for you.
Ms. Carte has a bad gag reflex and can't suck you very deep. Every once in a while she takes too much and chokes around you, coughing and sputtering.
When she gags, it sends a geyser of hot spittle cascading into your crotch. This plus the abrupt sensation of her throat muscles tightening around your glans makes you sick with pleasure.
And even when she chokes, she's never discouraged. If anything, it makes her work harder.
Because she can't take your entire shaft, she uses one hand to stroke the base with a rythmic twisting motion. Her thumb rubs against the sensitive underside of your cock. Between that delicious friction and the steady stream of warm saliva oozing down all around you, coating your balls and pooling underneath you, you're seconds from pumping her gullet full of seed.
You bite your lips and try to hold your cum back as long as possible. You curl and uncurl your toes, staving off the inevitable.
By now, Ms. Carte knows the warning signs, the way your balls tighten and muscles tense. Her eyes glaze over, like the musk of sex and the obscenity of this encounter have destroyed her higher intellctual faculties.
Her mouth releases your cock with a loud plop. A streamer of drool mixed with your viscous precum flows freely from her lower lip. She turns her head to the side and starts licking up and down your cock, rubbing you with her lips and tongue. She moans like an animal as she works you. Simultaneously, she fondles your balls, kneading them lightly -- tickling them, trying to coax out your jizz.
"Cum on me," she begs you. Her voice is husky. "Cum all over me."
You'd never deny a request like that. You grab a tuft of her hair in your hand and hold her head in place. Bucking your hips, you spew a load of cum all over her wet, flushed face.
She stares at your pulsing dick as if hpynotized, and takes your messy load without so much as flinching. When you finish cumming, she falls to her butt. With both hands, she starts rubbing the slimy jizz into her skin and licking the sticky strands of it from her fingers.
"Amazing..." she coos. "Amazing, amazing... this smell... this taste..."
One of her hands finds her pants, and impatiently tugs them down, rubbing your cream into her pussy. But this is nowhere near enough to please her.
"More," she says, "let's do something more... let's do something really kinky."
[X] Anal.
[ ] Paizuri.
When you suggest this, Ms. Carte lets out a little squeak of fear.
"Wait..." she says. "Maybe we should try something a little less extreme... don't you think?"
"It'll be fine," you insist, giving her bare shoulder a soothing squeeze. "I'll make sure it feels good for both of us."
Ms. Carte slams back a bracing chug of whiskey straight from the bottle on her nightstand. "You promise it won't hurt?" she asks.
"Maybe a little, at first."
She squeaks again.
"Come on, here..." You guide Ms. Carte to the bed and lay her gently down, reaching for the bottle of baby oil on the sheets beside her.
You tug Ms. Carte forward by her ankles. She helps, scooching forward to grant you better access.
You push her legs back and spread her cheeks to bare her puckered rosebud. She stares at you uncertainly from between her splayed legs as you kneel over her, glancing between your face and your turgid dick.
Her rear hole is slightly discolored and pulsates lightly, but looks deliciously tight. You can feel a sultry heat emanating from it. When you prod it with your thumb, Ms. Carte hisses and closes her eyes, her neck muscles straining. The flesh of her asshole is soft, but elastic, and so warm.
You unscrew the cap of the baby oil and pour an ample amount over her ass. It trickles down her pubis and over her cunt in fat streams, and down onto the bed as well. The sheets become stained with the fragrant liquid. You make sure to use a lot. You pull her asshole slightly open and pour a bit directly inside, too.
Ms. Carte whimpers. "It feels weird..." she complains.
You coat your dick in the oil, too. To calm Ms. Carte's nerves, you lean in and kiss her deeply as you position yourself at her rear entrance. Still, you can feel her trembling like a bird.
You push forcefully but slowly. Ms. Carte exhales sharply, whining, but you fail to break past the outer ring.
"Relax," you tell her. "You have to relax all your muscles."
Ms. Carte's breaths become shallow and she fiddles with her hair. "Like... like this?"
You push again, but can't get in. You decide to take a different tack: distraction. You kiss her again, running your palms along her bare breasts. You thumb her nipples and finger her sopping cunt. You bite her earlobe and her chin. You savor the droplets of sweat on her neck, sucking them up, breathing in their scent.
Ms. Carte's body responds to this, inevitably. She arches her back, giving herself to you completely. Her body goes slowly limp as she succumbs to pleasure. And this is your opening. You push again, and you're in.
"Ahn--" Ms. Carte sighs. You stop halfway, going motionless inside her. Her ass is like velvet, so hot it could anneal glass. Your cock tingles with frustration. More than anything, you want to cut loose, to pound this wet hole as hard as you can and fill her belly with cum, but you know she isn't comfortable right now. The bizarre thing about being with Ms. Carte is that you care how much she enjoys herself.
"I-- I think I'm okay," Ms. Carte says after a few moments. She has her forearm folded over her eyes as if trying to shield her view from this violation of her most intimate part. "Please, continue."
You pull slowly out and then seat yourself a little bit further inside her. Her anal muscles contract around you as if trying to expel you, but you stay inside her. Tentatively, you establish a steady pace in her ass. At the same time, you thumb her clitoris.
To keep yourself from going overboard, you bite her shoulder. Perhaps partially in response to this, and partially to bear with your cock inside her, she bites you back. And joined together like this, biting each other sharply, you rut inside her as you frig her steaming pussy.
Ms. Carte enjoys this. She reaches out with her free hand and holds your thumb against her clit, guiding your hand how she likes. She bucks her hips against the hand you use to masutrbate her. This has the effect of making her fuck her ass back onto your dick as well.
"I'm going to cum," you bellow.
"Yes," Ms. Carte moans, lost in a sea of desire. "Cum in my ass... cum as much as you want! My ass is yours to use whenever you want!"
You give her a hard slap on the butt and watch the flesh undulate as you pump yourself balls-deep into her. And then you blow a load of cum directly into Ms. Carte's stomach. She howls in orgasm, her cunt spraying its juice all over the sheets, the blankets -- and you. The two of you will smell like sex for a week.